Let’s talk about the “The Scan.” You know the one. You walk into a restaurant, a theater, or a doctor’s waiting room, and before you’ve even said hello, your brain has performed a high-speed logistical analysis of the seating.
Does that chair have arms? Are they bolted down? Is that a booth? (Gods, please don’t let it be a booth).
As a woman living in the intersection of “Definitely Over 60” and “Most Assuredly Plus-Sized,” navigating public spaces can feel like a tactical military operation. The world, it seems, was designed by a 25-year-old man who thinks everyone is 5’9” and weighs 140 pounds. When we move through a world built for “standard” humans, we often feel the urge to shrink. We apologize for our knees, we tuck in our elbows on airplanes, and we hold our breath in crowded aisles.
Well, Goddesses, the “apology tour” is officially over. It is time to reclaim your right to take up space.
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